A cigarette contains around 4,000 active, toxic compounds, including formaldehyde, carbon monoxide and tar
By exhaling from your nose, youll be able to discover subtle, hidden notes you wouldnt otherwise notice
In Paris, they might give you a fine if you flick your cigarette ash on a sidewalk
(Am a masochist and the pain you give is pleasure) I knew it, and you knew it The blueprints not right, god blew it (And I'm addicted) The first cigarette of the day Man, how good that tastes [Verse 2] Pressure's got me down, yeah Pressure's got me down, yeah Loosen up my grip I'm losing my grip The cancer spread, I'm feeling dead The chemo's working supposedly they said And I don't feel it [Chorus] Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want I know, I know I fucked up Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want I know, I know I fucked up Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don't fit I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit I should've quit, I should've quit Your brand of cigarettes [Bridge] I'm packing my bags and I'm starting to think that you're sorry You pull back the blade and you whisper to me not to worry Don't you frown and hold me down It's easy, but you won't Take back the pain, take back all the hurt you sold me Disregarded warnings and deaf to what they told me Don't you frown and hold me down It's easy, but you won't Immobilized, frozen in shock I had to face the mirror, take hold of what I've got (Ooh, you won't) A fragile line of sanity Merely grains left from what I'd bought Cracks in the glass, mistakes from the past (And I) Velvet stains that always remain (Am a masochist and the pain you give is pleasure) And I did this, I did this to myself Ball my hand into a fist (And I am) Who's the sadist
